Chapter 6 Where there is high school, there is a basketball game
NO.8
I was a little dizzy from Xu Ranran's business experience, but at that time, the so-called "Love Story", "Early Love", "Getting the Goddess Strategy", and "Chasing Man's Diary" were indeed very popular, and basically there would be this kind of 'textbook' in various bookstalls.
I don't know if the surname Xu led the trend, in short, not long after, the 'three hundred love letters' that brought together the brains and painstaking efforts of the girls in the school really came out, and won the top publication of the rented bookstore at the school gate in one fell swoop, selling Changhong.
Xu Ran was also given a new title of love saint for this, and there are often 'believers' who ask him to answer questions, and he will answer all kinds of strange questions very seriously.
For example, how to make the goddess fall in love with herself at first sight. (Look at each other for more than three seconds, hit it off, and establish a deep revolutionary friendship.) )
For example, how to match your outfit. (In the school uniform, it is a set of Benero, Semir, or Metersbonwe).
Another example is how to have more initiative in the face of triangular relationships. (Dating fights, tyres, or using public opinion pressure to spread rumors to the other party).
His answers are often sharp and scathing. If talent shows were popular at that time, with his maverick style, I think he should be the first mentor to be killed on the spot.
It may be that the girls tacitly stopped the love letter offensive and replaced the secret that could not be said with eager eyes.
But those gazes sometimes hurt the innocent.
When he looked at Xu Xuanran, he was affectionate, and when he swept me, it was a first-level warning!
Undoubtedly, I have become seriously wounded.
"Hey, didn't you say last time that Chen Jiajia wanted to change seats?" During the recess exercise, I danced and came to Su Zi's side.
Su Zi smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, everything is under the control of the mourning family." ”
NO.9
The price of this sentence being in the control of the mourning family is very heavy.
I was stunned to do hard labor for two whole weeks, and in addition to my own share, I also had to help Su Zi on duty.
That day...
"Get out of the way! Move! ”
I was slamming my mop on the ground when a large group of girls rushed towards me as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, including some of them with small sturdy tanks.
This exclamation frightened me right and left in the middle of the road, and I clenched the mop in my hand tightly.
"Xu Ran will definitely win! I'm betting a week's worth of food! ”
"The other party is not covered, although I worship my Sudden Oba, but I am still objective, I bet that Wise High School will win!"
The smoky crowd dispersed, and I blinked a few times, and the corridor that had just been cleaned was covered with footprints.
"Hey, big news!" Su Zi nibbled on the apple and came over.
I was in a bad mood, and I didn't have time to deal with her, so I couldn't deal with it, "What's the news?" ”
"Basketball game! Xu Qingsheng is on the field, didn't you see that the girls just now were like swallowing doping? ”
I straightened up and placed the mop next to the classroom door, "See, what's wrong?" ”
"What's wrong! What's wrong with you! How many girls' lifelong dream is to watch their favorite objects sweat like rain on the field, and they feel that high school is not in vain when they think about it! ”
I twitched the corners of my mouth, and in the eyes of a woman with developed limbs like Su Zi, high school career should be spent in competitive sports to be considered perfect?
I don't understand, it's probably related to my somewhat boring personality.
When she was pulled to the gymnasium, Fu Jiaojiao was lying on the seat, and with the length of her height, she just occupied three positions, which was the perfect position.
"I said why didn't I see you, so you came here early in the morning." I sat down and looked at Fu Jiaojiao, who was fumbling in the plastic bag.
She gasped a little, "Did you say I was easy?" For the honor of the class collective, I sacrificed my self-destructive image to lie here, and suffered from the strange eyes of many people. ”